... Very well.

I will ask the following; why am I in the twentieth century of the old calendar of Japan - and who was the blond bastard who brought my person here?

There is little opportunity for me to ignore the evidence given to me.

There.

[The voice was very weak, hoarse and raspy. It's followed by a wet-sounding cough. A few moments later, and the other person speaks again, barely louder - but his voice is still recognizable.]

Only right ... I should live out these last moments to see ... the world ... you created, Treize.

[A dark laugh, then, for all of its raspiness. ( Read more... )

[ A tall, blonde man in a metallic silver mask seems to be running somewhere, out of breath. He has a shackle on his neck and left arm, but he's already tearing them off as he runs. Blood, bright and vibrant, is seeping down from beneath his helmet. ]

[ A voice; alto and female, resigned, stops him in his tracks: ] Those from the Seven Moons are ( Read more... )

A question to those of you upon the forum from the twentieth century, as you seem to dominate it; what are the credentials required to enter and thus complete the academic necessities of a university degree?

[Locked to Hakuba | Hackable]

I shall accept your offer, Saguru. You are far too generous, and a sincere friend.

[Locked to Tseng and ( Read more... )

[The video flickers on to show Tyki sitting on his sofa at the beach house, Zechs cuddled into his arms with his head tucked against his chest. Zechs looks a bit resentfully at the camera, but snuggles even deeper into Tyki's arms despite his obvious discomfort ( Read more... )

Unlike the rest of the fools within this community on this forum, I realize I've been affected by a ... virus. Whatever you call it ( Read more... )

[The video shows the interior of a familiar, pristine palace. Again, the Shadow of Zechs is there - not wearing his jacket this time. The mesh shirt and belted pants look painted on, especially with the expression he's giving the camera. Kneeling by him are some Elegant Mothers, not currently seated on their thrones, stroking his legs. Behind him ( Read more... )

[The interior is a ruined palace. Someone who looks very much like Zechs Marquise walks into the camera's view, obviously displeased. He wears long, black leather pants with high boots, and carries a long whip and a sword in his belt. The sleek, polished jacket he wears is open, revealing a bare chest. On his lower belly, above the line of his ( Read more... )

[Locked to the people named below, but easily hackable]My friends, Zechs and I have bought a table to the policeman's ball so we need to fill it up. My proposed invitation list is as follows ( Read more... )

[Zechs is dressed in a rather iconic navy suit with tie, pair of sunglasses tucked in his pocket. He's sitting in front of a desk; the room is rather dim, but one can faintly make out a bed behind him, where someone appears to still be sleeping under blankets ( Read more... )